11 August 2014

where's my asylum

where's my asylum

what happened to my white rubber room
my bed with straps attached
my specially made foods
my rainbow of pills
my nurse's

my electric shock therapy
where is my safety
my home away from home
where is my asylum

they locked all the doors
turned off the power
gave us clean cloths, after a taking a shower
made us look pretty, paraded us out
into the city, the country and there about

the crazies are loose
given our freedom
what if
we really didn't need them

again I ask, where's my asylum
now that I'm living on the streets
in the night I do roam, wild eyed and crazy
singing a simple song

twinkle twinkle little bat


Where's My Asylum
Copyright © 2014 by Patrick B Vince

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